Minimal Compact The Traitor
So removed from where he came from
changed so often names and side
once a grey man now the hangman's
money drowns in blood
who to tell now?
who to sell now?
who to fool now?
who to use now?
The traitor...
shout! shout!
Then he sat down in the dark room
watching captives skinned alive
Judas, creep an angel's features
staring thru' a mask
Faithful dog to many masters
if the price was right he'd talk
later on they took and banged him
made sure no one saw
